fungal love implored.

Like ants they scurry,
These worldly floors,
Searching for comfort,
like tiny mould spores,
With blind eye's,
No hands to hold,
Seeking love,
But seeing flaws,
Judgment upon the exterior,
Feeling so superior,
Ignoring laws,
Braking and entering hearts,
Profound,
In arrogance,
Within hurtful sound,
Leaving piece's ,
Of what could have been love ,
Scattered across these worldly floors,
Moving on within own applause,
More destruction,
More mouldy spores
Covering the world in fungus.
Arrogant of own accord,
Seemingly broken record.
fungal love implored .